Untethered.

This morning, whil busy chatting up Maggie on our way outside to pee and poop in the yard, I walked away from my cell phone and left it behind, entirely. I didn't realize the error unril I was already at work.

Which means that I can't text message Joe or anybody else for a while.
I can't take the phone into the john with me and play video poker.
I can't receive calls.
If my kids are going to miss rehearsal tonight, I have no way to know it.

It's an odd feeling, being away from my cell phone. There's a definite feeling of helplessness here. A feeling that life is moving forward and I'm not a participant. Such an odd feeling. Being untethered, like this.

So, if you try to call me and I don't answer, that's why. I'll happily return your call this evening. Today, however, I am unreachable and untethered.

Cheers,
Mr.B